I’ve been questioning my choices. Can I justify the risks I take? Can I be so selfish? There are times when the choices I make are not choices to be taken lightly. Life is a short experience. Far too short for some. The ones who shouldn’t...
The rough clatter Of the raf Past mountain side strewn with stapled route Quick monourve Skittish adjustment Tourists gently guided Roped bridges Broken Karabiner Threaded over Wire high ways Touted buses pauses Allowed clicking fingered followers Off To engrave digitised reminders Of the steep strewn Valley Littered with rock. Boulders cluttering screes. Washing down to Constant moving water Frightened drivers Aghast at roller coaster tarmac Brakes squelch and...
Let me be free Let me run wild. Take me from these bonds of bells and books And take me from the drudge and norm of my life. Let me be free Let me rush to and fro And back and forth And far and wide And find freedom in the choice of...
The beat, played by my feet, is achingly familiar. No longer on track and street, the beat is open on fell and mountain. No more pounding mile of pavement and concrete. I bound and play. On springy purple Heather. Through muddy bogs and paths that wind in scree. To tops. And ridge lines. No...
The promise of a perfect summer. Hazy skies. Dry weather. Crisp bark. The forest, silent and still with anticipation, wakes from winter slumber . Grass green moss hides footpaths not trodden for a season, Meander the scree, a snake sliding its way downhill, And all for towering crags. Smooth and...
[caption id="attachment_51000" align="aligncenter" width="200"] Jade[/caption] A little over two years ago a relationship broke down, a relationship that, at the time, meant everything to me. I wasn’t in a good place, my thoughts were dark and violent. My thoughts and I had been stuck in a pattern...
The sound of the waves crashing against the cliff are almost drowned out by the lower roaring noise of the current. The roar comes from deep in the sea, the rip tides under the surface of the ocean. The wind blowing in from the Atlantic,...
The sun closes play, another done day. In this place where the mountains meet the sea. The sky is fading out of blue, kissing a loving pink where sky and surface meet. I drive home watching the sun set, home again from climbing rough red sandstone...
No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of...
No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of...